Above The Sky
Chapter 673 - 673 613 I am the Supreme Falling-off-the-Horse King!

673: Chapter 613: I am the Supreme Falling-off-the-Horse King!

(5600, second update)_3 673: Chapter 613: I am the Supreme Falling-off-the-Horse King!

(5600, second update)_3 After gathering information, Ian returned, shaking his head.

Who could he complain to about his household guards being conscripted?

But there was no longer anything that required Tres and the others to act as a cover, so it was time to head back to the Imperial Capital.

As for Tres, he must be happily working overtime.

Using the Second Prince’s channel to summon a Floating Stone Aircraft, Ian and the Fae soon boarded the saucer-shaped vessel, uncannily reminiscent of a UFO.

It took off in utter silence, like a Phantom rising from the earth.

Ian sat on the aircraft, looking down over the expanse of the Avak Domain.

Unlike the creepy night, the land now bore only withered stems and desolate cold winds.

It once teemed with life, with people camping with their families on the flat grasslands; friends strolled along dirt roads, admiring the views of White Cloud Mountain; someone played the harp in the meadow, singing ballads to his beloved girl, laughing and praising her enchanting figure.

But all had turned to ashes, the cities in the distance lay in ruins, and the villages of bygone days had become deadly lands.

For the next ten or even a hundred years, the Avak Domain would not return to its former state.

The laughter in those streets and fields had gone, never to return.

It was only in this moment that Ian allowed himself a brief time to indulge in sorrow.

But soon, his heart hardened; he had no time to grieve.

His determination now was to prevent more places from becoming like the Avak Domain of the present.

Ian’s gaze swept over the entire land before spotting a figure that piqued his interest.

A young Swordsman, along with a small child.

They trudged on, leaving behind their extinct hometown.

“It’s that survivor…I remember, his name seems to be Miles?”

Ian’s eyes focused on the increasingly distant figure that remained clear in his Foresight View, “It seems he survived, and so did the little girl.”

Saying so, his voice carried a trace of relief, “That is good…”

Ian also noticed that the Spirit Energy Radiance around Miles was beginning to fade.

Like himself, in his early years, Miles had overused his newly awakened Spirit Energy and was now somewhat drained.

He needed food soon, but it appeared that Miles and the little girl named Cynthia didn’t have much in the way of supplies.

Ian fell silent for a moment, then turned and headed toward the storage room of the Floating Stone Aircraft.

But halfway there, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Pale red?” The youth muttered to himself, “Is there danger?”

“Could it be that…”

Meanwhile, on the ground.

“Brother Miles, are we really going to leave Avak?”

Following a quietly flowing stream, the Swordsman with a Side Sword at his waist walked forward wearily, vigilant of his surroundings – he had clearly been through many life-and-death battles recently, his wounds having only just started to heal.

A girl with light orange hair clung to the Swordsman’s hand; she was quite well-behaved, and although her face still bore tear stains, she did not slow him down as they walked.

Yet, as she saw the farthest hill she had ever visited recede behind her, and as they continued towards even farther places, the girl couldn’t help but look back reluctantly at the direction of Azure City, now out of sight.

“…Of course.”

The young Swordsman fell silent for a moment, then looked back at his hometown with a complex gaze, “Perhaps we will never return.”

“Forever…”

The little girl was somewhat bewildered; the word was too complex for a child.

They couldn’t even grasp the concept of a very long time, becoming impatient after only a few minutes of inattention, only the Swordsman himself understood the full gravity behind this term.

Maybe they could come back to the ruins of Azure City.

But the home they knew, indeed, would never return.

Even if they got some supplies from the friendly Containment Soldiers in the surrounding area, these wouldn’t last long, barely enough to reach the nearest village.

When the time came, he would try to find a job, save some money, and go somewhere far from the Western Territory.

Miles’ eyes lit up with a pale red glow, the power of his Spirit Energy that had allowed him to fight his way out of the Avak Domain from Azure City…

This unique Spirit Energy could transfer all attacks within a certain range around him onto himself, greatly enhancing his defensive power and regenerative ability.

It was with this ability that he had managed to protect Cynthia and break out of the encirclement.

The nature of Spirit Energy is the deepest desire of a Spirit Energy User at the moment of awakening, Miles didn’t know this, but he understood that if he had this Spirit Energy back then, perhaps his mother and Aunt Lydia’s family wouldn’t have died.

With a light sigh, the young Swordsman and the girl rested for a while, treating the wounds on his arm and chest that looked as if they had been scratched by a wild beast, then prepared to set off again.

Just then, they heard a sound carried by the wind.

Hum—A box with its own pulley system descended from the sky and landed smoothly on the ground in front of Miles and Cynthia.

“What, what is this?” “A box?”

The Swordsman and the girl were stunned for a good moment before they lifted their heads to look at the sky.

There was nothing there—with their eyesight, they were unable to see the disc-shaped aircraft that had rapidly ascended to a height of twenty thousand meters.

Miles and Cynthia exchanged glances, then the Swordsman motioned for the little girl to hide behind the trees nearby, while he cautiously used his sword to pry open the lock on the box.

Then, he saw half a box of military compressed food, a small portion of emergency medicine, and various miscellaneous tools.

[I hope this helps, the last survivors of Azure City, please strive to survive]

[Instructions for the medicines are placed underneath, and if you have surplus tools, you can sell them]

The neatly written note was placed on top of the compressed food.

At first, Miles was quite surprised and excited, the food may not look like much, but it was actually enough for two people to eat for a long time, not to mention the medicines and miscellaneous tools like Firestone, exactly what they desperately needed.

Just as the note said, even if some small gadgets were of no use, they could be traded for money in villages and towns to save up for travel expenses.

However, a sorrowful expression soon appeared on his face.

The last survivors of Azure City…

had he and Cynthia really become the last ones alive?

“The others… it seems none of them survived.

Cynthia, it’s just us from now on…”

After a moment of silence, Miles was about to call Cynthia over to treat the small cut on her arm with the medicine.

But before he did, he instinctively looked up at the sky again.

“Whoever you are…

thank you.”

The heightened sensitivity that came with being a Spirit Energy User gave him the feeling that the person who had dropped the supplies was still watching over him.

It was a pair of azure eyes…

And at that moment.

In the distant horizon, a flash of lightning that was dazzling to the extreme suddenly rose.

The thunderous roar that surpassed sound itself detonated directly in the hearts of everyone in the area, electric arcs as if solidified at the zenith of heaven and then turned into a deep blue star.

The lightning that accumulated infinite destructive power was like a malicious eye, remotely locking onto the land.

It fell, a massive column of lightning struck the remains of the Avak Central Research Laboratory, the extreme heat and light melting and destroying everything.

[Imperial People, don’t think you’ve won!]

The Tianhong King’s laughing voice resounded: [If we can’t have it, neither can you!]

Miles, shocked beyond measure, widened his eyes.

He finally saw where the person who had dropped the rescue box for him was.

But this was not a good thing.

For a lightning bolt, a residual wave that branched out across the sky, struck the disc-shaped aircraft that was rapidly flying above.